The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-03-12

Strange Contrasts OF BarbarIsm and ClviIIza.
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and splendid book collections, where
decorator and upholsterer have
wrought their marvels of taste and
comfort, you may 90 through n lane,
hidden behind high wall, where more
than $50 Indians, clad each in two
simple garments OF coarsest woven
blue cloth, live in adobe huts ranged
each sile OF a dirty ditch which carries
with its filthy water more than the
seventy stinks OF cologne. The inte-
rior OF these huts contain only the
simplest articles of use-a straw
mat on the dirt for bed, a few
bits OF pottery for culinary use, and
that is all-absolutely all. The wom-
en-, strange, uncouth creatures, with
long black hair gathered III coarse
braids, almost always with child as
brown rs burnt lumber and as dirty as
you can think, strapped on the back,
with faces destitute OF inteligeuce-the
faces OF souls never awakened-th ese
are the female savages OF y famous
metropolis. These women make n
coarse sort OF tortlla, which they sell
to avery low class of common laborers
The men. equally unkempt, with bru-
fish faces, are carboneros-sellers OF
charcoal.
They are Il sort OF squatters; their
former homes are among the noun
tains, but they are now carped in a
city with whose real lie they have no
connection. They are the pariahs OF
society, lower than the lowest, living
lives that seem not human, and max
ing one feel that the only Justification
of their existence is the Buddhistc
doctrine of TRANSPORTATION, or the
Darwinian doctrine OF evolution.
What is so repulslve as the human
lace lacking intelligence? A dog is re-
spectacle in comparison. Heat least
comes up to the idea ofwhat he should
be.
One day, examining house which
was under repair. | climbed short
ladder at back wall, and, looking
over, was paralysed with astonish-
ment-it was like peepinto the clark
continent Of Stanley-a whole narrow
lane filled with savages, swarming
plague spot, horribly repulsive con.
junction of wild people Then began
to realize what lay concealed behind
the walls OF the Aztec capital. Proba-
bly, these people have not changed
since the days before the conquest.
They still talk their queer language,
n curious jargon, filed with sounds
unfamiliar to our ears. When you
chance on u settlement OF these people,
it gives you an idea OF how far our
Caucasian race has Travelled from It's
origin, and what civilization means.
A walk OF only five minutes, at the
most, from the lower end OF the ala
media, or public garden, will take you
to u section rapidly building up with
houses OF u good class 1t is section
where the land is, perhaps, two feet
higher than in the centre Of the city.
These new streets are paved, and along
one OF them the electric light gives
nightly illumination. Beng a new
section-part OF it the garden oil the
now coniis Gated convent OF San Fer
nando-there are some vacant lots |
where anumber OF poor laborers have |
squatted, taking the left over rem
nants OF houses, blocks of reiuss stone |
etc., to make their huts, or jacales, as |
they are called. Here in this section,
amid new houses graceful, with pretty |
patios, filled with well-to-do people,
five, in their huts, the families / will
introduce you to. They are not the
sort OF Indians ! have Just been talk
ing about, but higher grade, and
with some ambition to rise in the
world.
Let US take this queer tent-like hut
in q vacant lot where workmen are
Just beginning building opera.
tions. A New England lad, playing at
being red Indian in his fathers back
yard, would 6isdain such a wigwam.
1t is made of pieces OF half-rotten
board, some refuse tin roofing, and q
decayed straw mat. Its capacity is
about that OF four persons, packed
close. This is the home OF Jose and
an Industrious married pair,
who have in family n grown up daueh-
ter and her husband, the latter work
ing away from the home and coming
there only to sleep, as Simona says,
and then wonder how they can find
room to sleep in that tiny hut. ST.
mona and her married daughter make
tortillas, which the latter peddles on
The streets OF the poorer sections OF
The town. This daughter has two lit
lie children, one bright-looking lad
IF three, whose brown skin shows
through his ragged cot {
,on shirt, and the other tiny girl OF
.wo, who is clad in bit OF old cotton
'eboso of the mothers. The work
which Jose has is precarious. In a
leighboring street the residents hire !
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